Tuesday, April 22, 2008
'Bag / Not a 'Bag
Creepy eyebrows and the ridiculous facial hair are somewhat goofy, but otherwise there’s not enough to stamp “choad” on this guy’s forehead.
Maybe the necklace?
I dunno. I’m inclined to give a nottadouche pass, but figured I’d open it up to the floor.
Kimmy is all sorts of girl-next-door adorable sweetness, with a hidden body of sinny sinn sinn. Oh yes. I’d drink melted chocolate peep malteds of her distilled essence. I’d leap over tiger lilies dressed as a Northumbrian clown just for the chance to mildly annoy her great aunt by poking her with a Qtip.
